Farnham shrugged. There was no way he could know whether his condition was curable or permanent. This was a matter of course to him, naturally, but it was true that these two might not be aware... or didn't he just tell them that he didn't know. Did he? "I have no idea whether or not I may be cured ...

Nothing. They had the ability and they had the will, but they lacked something so insubstantial as knowledge. Well, Farnham had been prepared for that... truth be told, it was a tough job surprising him even if he weren't prepared for something, nowadays. Still, it was distracting, and he did not ...

The mage did not refuse - a good thing. Farnham watched the pair idly, as whatever it was that had come over him a moment ago faded back into the dusty corners of his mind. It did not seem as though a whole lot was happening, but Farn was well aware of little knowledge he as a baker had about the ...

Farn was not surprised by the mage's response, but the memory of that response quickly faded to the background as the full weight of the woman's words descended upon Farham's undead mind like a particularly dense and volatile fireball. The resulting explosion in turn resulted in something ...

Well, that went unexpectedly well. No flaming end to undeath - no damage at all, actually. Farn followed suit, of course, making sure to walk no faster and no slower than the mage. Things might start to get very interesting around that man. As it was hinted that a demonstration was coming, the ...

Farn listened carefully to the words of the man. He would have to be a mage - who else could threaten a walking corpse with pain? But to feel the wind, that would be something grand, indeed. Perhaps getting on the good side of this mage would be a better bet than trying for the woman... especially ...

Nothing. Obviously, as the mage had confirmed, whatever had been in that bottle had been completely wasted on him. Farn told himself that he should feel satisfied, that these people had now paid for interrupting him. Sadly, there simply was no way he could feel that any of it mattered, now that ...

Farn could only tilt his head and stare at the strangeness of it all. She was pouring something red, something very much resembling blood onto his hand. Once, it might have disgusted him. Now it just happened, and he determined that finding out what would happen if he licked that liquid up would ...

As if in a trance Farnham stared at the man, stared at his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he laughed. Very vividly, he envisioned strong, decaying fingers gliding into place around the man's throat, strangling the life out of him. No matter how he tried, nor how vividly he imagine it, he could ...

"You can tell!?" Farn cried in a shrill voice, leaping to his feet in surprise. Surrounded, revealed for what he truly was, as well as outnumbered and outmatched. This night was going downhill, rather quickly. The one approaching from behind saw no need for stealth, of course - Farnham turned his ...

Farnham didn't look back at all - he was too busy grinning. Since his untimely demise, he'd found few things enjoyable, as though he were no longer capable of joy. It seemed he could still appreciate the irony of he, Farnham the womanizer, running the fastest he'd ever ran, away from an attractive ...

Indeed, there were more people coming. One woman, he knew. Even from the corner of his eye, Farnham could see she was on par with the beauties he'd been after in life. It was tempting to turn and look, but it did not take a genius to realize that it would be far safer to mind one's own business and ...

The peaceful nighttime silence was rarely a lasting thing in Marn, where business did not sleep. Sometimes, though, there would be one or two places that found themselves placed the farthest away from commotion - most often in the wealthier districts, where people liked to keep indoors. Alas, even ...

Player Name: Maxwell
Character Name: Farnham Malus
Age: 16
Race: Human become zombie.
Height: 6' 2''
Weight: 180 lbs.

Physical description: Once a strapping, tanned young lad, Farnham is now a creature of white-spotted, decaying flesh. Though he has not been one of the undead for long, the quick ...